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How did Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan end up here? And who is that woman in the pale yellow dress? She doesn't seem to be from the righteous path, nor does she look like an ordinary demonic sect member; her cultivation methods are rather strange.

Seeing the woman being struck in the back by another cloud of gray mist, spitting out a mouthful of blood and swaying precariously, Zhou Yixian was frantic but helpless.

Zhou Xiaohuan suddenly shouted, "Grandpa! Use the 'Soul-Returning Array'! It can freeze her soul and force the demon spirit out!"

Zhou Yixian stamped his foot: "A resurrection array? That thing consumes the caster's lifespan. How old are you? No way!"

"No need, this lady will be utterly destroyed!" Zhou Xiaohuan said anxiously.

Just as Zhou Yixian hesitated, Zhou Xiaohuan was anxious, and the woman was about to be completely engulfed by the gray mist, a dark red streak of light, like a meteor tearing through the morning mist, suddenly shot from the direction where Jiang Xiaochuan was!

It moved so fast that it left only a blur in the air.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Jiang Xiaochuan appeared beside the woman in the pale yellow dress without anyone noticing. He didn't summon the God-Slaying Spear or use any magical effects; he simply punched the woman in the abdomen!

Caught off guard, the woman was struck and bent over, spitting out another mouthful of blood, which was mixed with wisps of gray smoke.

The clusters of gray mist surrounding them let out a sharp hiss, as if provoked, and pounced even more frantically at Jiang Xiaochuan and the woman.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't even look. He slapped the nearest cloud of gray mist with a sharp gust of wind, causing it to twist and dissipate. At the same time, he raised his foot and kicked the woman in the back of her knee.

The woman let out a muffled groan and knelt on one knee.

"You..." She struggled to lift her head and looked at the young man in blue who had suddenly appeared and started punching and kicking her without saying a word. Her eyes were first blank, then shocked.

That face... looks so familiar.

And behind him was that dark red spear that had just flown back and was now hovering!

In Biyao's room, there was a painting, a picture of a boy's back that Biyao treasured, and later, descriptions of him and his magical artifacts that she had learned from various sources!

It's him!It's really him!

Jiang Xiaochuan had no time to pay attention to the turmoil in her eyes. He kept moving, his fists, feet, elbows, and knees raining down on the woman like a storm. Each strike was powerful and heavy, yet he skillfully avoided vital points. It was more like a kind of... tyrannical driving and shock.

"Bang! Bang! Snap! Thud!"

The sickening sounds of flesh colliding were incessant.

The woman in the pale yellow dress was originally a beautiful woman with outstanding looks and a graceful figure, but now she was beaten mercilessly by Jiang Xiaochuan, staggering about, her face bruised and swollen, her hair completely disheveled, and her pale yellow dress covered with sand and bloodstains, looking extremely miserable.

"Ah!" Another punch landed on her shoulder, and the woman cried out in pain. A small amount of gray energy within her body was dissipated by the impact.

Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan were completely stunned, standing there with their mouths agape, forgetting to run away.

"This, this..." Zhou Yixian pointed at the scene of the one-sided "beating," his goatee twitching.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhou Xiaohuan's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands, exclaiming, "It's Tanghulu Brother! It's Tanghulu Brother!"

She recognized Jiang Xiaochuan. Although seven years had passed and Jiang Xiaochuan's appearance and temperament had changed, she still recognized him at a glance.

Just then, the last and most stubborn wisp of gray energy within the woman's body was finally forced to break free under the relentless impact of Jiang Xiaochuan's heavy blows. It let out a reluctant shriek and tried to escape.

"Trying to run?" Jiang Xiaochuan sneered. The God-Slaying Spear, which had been hovering beside him, hummed and trembled. A wisp of extremely subtle yet terrifying dark red aura burst forth from the tip of the spear, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. It instantly caught up with the gray aura and passed right through it!

"squeak--!"

The gray mist let out a final, short, and mournful scream before completely dissipating in the morning sea breeze.

On the beach, only Jiang Xiaochuan's soft breathing and the painful groans of the woman in the pale yellow dress remained.

She collapsed on the beach, her clothes disheveled, her face covered in blood. Her once beautiful face was now swollen, her eyes were dark, her nose was bleeding, and her mouth was cracked. She looked so disheveled that even her own mother probably wouldn't recognize her.

Jiang Xiaochuan then stopped, shook his slightly numb fists, looked at the woman on the ground in a terrible state, and scratched his head. In his desperation, he only wanted to use the most direct and brutal method to shake the other party's meridians and soul with his own fists and feet to force out and disperse the possessing demon spirit. He didn't pay attention to the strength of his blows.

like……

That was a bit too harsh.

He crouched down to check on the other person's injuries.

The woman struggled, propping herself up with her elbows. Although she was wincing in pain, her eyes had regained their clarity, but her gaze towards Jiang Xiaochuan was incredibly complicated.

She struggled to raise her hand, wiping the blood from her face, and tried to make a gesture of respect, her voice hoarse and broken: "Thank you...my benefactor...for saving my life. May I ask your...honorable name?"

Looking at her appearance, Jiang Xiaochuan felt a little guilty and waved his hand, saying:

"My name is Jiang Xiaochuan, a disciple of Qingyun Sect. The situation was urgent just now, and I didn't hold back. Miss, are you... alright?"

As he spoke, he reached into his robes and pulled out a porcelain bottle commonly used by the Qingyun Sect for treating external injuries. He tossed it to her, saying, "This is medicine for injuries; it can be used both externally and internally."

The woman took the porcelain bottle, her fingers trembling slightly.

Jiang Xiaochuan, it really was him!

The person Biyao had been longing for and searching for for seven years, and the person the Ghost King Sect had been secretly searching for, suddenly appeared on a deserted island in the East China Sea and "saved" her in such an unbelievable way.

Her mind raced, but she forced a smile (though it looked even more terrifying) and said in a hoarse voice, "So it's Young Master Jiang... I am Lin, and my given name is Ping. Thank you for the medicine, Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, not thinking much of it. Lin Ping? That's a strange name, but it's good that she's alright.

He stood up, looked at Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan not far away, smiled, and walked over.

"Mr. Zhou, Xiao Huan, it's been a long time."

Zhou Yixian finally snapped out of her shock, looked Jiang Xiaochuan up and down, and clicked her tongue:

"Kid, seven years have passed, and your skills have... improved quite a bit, haven't they? It's just that your way of rescuing people, cough cough, it's rather unique."

He glanced at Jin Ping'er, who was struggling to sit up and silently applying medicine, and his lips twitched.

Jin Ping'er glared fiercely at Zhou Yixian. If he hadn't been talking nonsense, how could she have been possessed by a demon spirit!

Zhou Xiaohuan had already skipped over, tilting her little face up and looking at Jiang Xiaochuan with bright, sparkling eyes:

"Brother Candied Hawthorn, it really is you! You're alright, that's great!"

Seven years have passed, and the little girl has grown quite a bit taller. Her face has lost the roundness of her childhood and shown the delicate features of a young girl. Her eyes are still big and bright, full of spirit.

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and rubbed her head, then as if remembering something, he reached into his "pocket" and pulled out three candied hawthorns, still bright red and carefully wrapped in oil paper.

He handed one to Zhou Xiaohuan, one to Zhou Yixian who was walking over, and then, after hesitating for a moment, he walked up to Jin Ping'er and handed her the last one.

"Miss Lin, would you like to try some? To calm your nerves." His tone was somewhat apologetic, after all, he had beaten her up like this.

Jin Ping'er looked at the bright red candied hawthorns handed to her, then looked up at Jiang Xiaochuan's handsome face, which was filled with apology and a little embarrassment. Feeling the burning pain on her face and body, her emotions were indescribably complicated.

What kind of nonsense is this? They beat her up so badly she was almost disfigured, and then handed her a candied hawthorn, saying it was to calm her nerves?

Are you trying to soothe a child?

But when she looked into Jiang Xiaochuan's clean (or at least seemingly clean) eyes, she saw no scheming, no evil thoughts, only the simple meaning of "I feel bad for hitting him, so I'm giving him a little something in return."

She remained silent for a moment, then reached out her hand, which was trembling slightly and stained with blood and ointment, and took the candied hawthorn.

The candied hawthorns are cool and refreshing, the hawthorns are bright red, and the sugar coating is crystal clear.

She held the thin bamboo skewer in her hand, and a corner of her heart was suddenly touched, very slightly, and quickly disappeared, forcibly suppressed by her.

It's just... a trick to coax a young girl. Jin Ping'er has seen it all; how could she be bought off by a candied hawthorn? Her immediate priority is to get away.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Thank you, Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Xiaochuan waved his hand and chatted with Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan for a few more minutes.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer. Although those demons have dispersed, their yin energy hasn't completely dissipated and they might respawn," Jiang Xiaochuan said, glancing at the sky.

"I'll take you back to the vicinity of the large ship."

Zhou Yixian naturally couldn't ask for it.

Jiang Xiaochuan brandished the God-Slaying Spear, had Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan stand on it, and then looked at Jin Ping'er: "Miss Jin, can you still walk? Should we...?"

"No need." Jin Ping'er barely managed to stand up. Although she was in pain all over, she could move around without much difficulty. Her internal cultivation technique was special, and her recovery ability was not weak.

"I have my own way of leaving, so there's no need for Young Master Jiang to trouble himself. I will repay your kindness in saving my life and giving me medicine today in the future."

As she spoke, she bowed to Jiang Xiaochuan, then looked at him deeply, as if trying to etch his image into her heart. Then she turned around, staggered, but walked steadily toward the other side of the island, and soon disappeared behind the rocks and trees.

Jiang Xiaochuan watched her retreating figure, feeling that the woman was somewhat strange, but he didn't think much of it. Right now, he just needed to get Zhou Yixian and Xiao Huan to a safe place first.

He activated the God-Slaying Spear, and a dark red light carried the three of them into the air, flying towards the sea area where they had seen ships operating earlier.

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